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October 31, 2005

Mmm, the end of daylight savings time! It almost makes me feel like I wake up at a normal time! After all, I actually get to see the sunlight start to appear as I enter the officeplex in my cloud of coffee breath and cigarette smoke, sigh.

My weekend, you ask? While I was feeling a little down that Libby didn't get tasered and cuffed and that Rove has seemingly lived to fight another day, I did manage to drink my pain away (3 whole beers -- oy, pathetic!) with Mr. Hype and his consort. Then Mr. Pink and I topped the whole non-working experience with a heaping helping of football and whole wheat muffins and sock knitting yesterday. So, you know, I am less depressed than I might otherwise be sans constant scrolling footage of Rove in leg shackles on CNN.

October 27, 2005

Sometimes you wag the dog and sometimes the dog wags you. I am sure that no one will pay one ounce of attention to Karl Rove being hog tied and thrown into the back of a cruiser like a meth addict on the Vegas episode of "Cops"! (From this weblog to God's ears! And credit for the visual goes to the always fab LG, who delighted me with the idea several days ago.)

In other news, this HuffPo blip accurately summarizes the gurgling loathing I felt while watching Shrum on "Hardball" last night. If there's one thing I hate more than these insane fucking neocons, it is the lily-livered, inept-as-a-fifteen-year-old-with-a-lubricated-condom DLC talking heads (inexplicably still employable despite their truly staggering records of turning everything they touch to so much cow shit). Bob Shrum, why are you still here? I just need to know, do we have anyone -- anyone -- available for big media appearances who is at least conversant in the ways that human beings relate to other human beings? Because Shrum, for example, seems to operate under the systems more common between robots on a car assembly line. I think at one point on the broadcast, you could actually hear the charisma being sucked into his black hole of a personality. And come on, you know shit is bad when you come off as less charming than Tucker Carlson.

Whoa, sorry, just that the lack of cohesive, engaging Democratic response to all this Bush admin chaos sends me into a shame spiral, and that just triggers this self-loathing liberal rage and...well, it's downhill from there.

Here's something else I found really mind-boggling yesterday. I got into the officeplex elevator, just minding my own business, reading on the way down (I walk everywhere possible reading the Cary Grant book these days). And this guy? That I'd never met before, easily old enough to be my father, wearing a business suit? Remarks loudly -- in an elevator full of people, mind you -- about my awesome breasts. So lecherous in a shockingly casual way! Part of me is also really irritated because, well, yeah, the tits are great, thanks, but I was wearing a turtleneck sweater and a winter coat so it's not like he was really being an objective observer. See my tits for what they are, not what you want them to be, man.

P.S. - Is her middle name really spelled like that? I mean, presumably it is pronounced "Ellen," yet, according to that WaPo link, it is spelled "Ellan." Shouldn't something as obviously trailertastic as that automatically disqualify someone from serving on the SCOTUS straight away? I suppose I should be relieved that her first name wasn't "Harryette."

October 26, 2005

October 25, 2005

Seen/heard, all boys edition: Interesting interview with Paul Hackett. Al Roker had a kind of bad day yesterday...or, wait, does that qualify as a "good day" in weathermanland? Cheney's got a big old mouth! (OMG, do you think Cheney will smile as big as DeLay did in his mug shot?)

ETA: oh man, I should never post before reading the tabloids! Bush's proxies are already half-assedly attempting to club Fitzgerald's knees...I love that it is so over the top! For example, someone was quoted as saying, "He's a vile, detestable, moralistic person with no heart and no conscience who believes he's been tapped by God to do very important things." Sort of can't believe hushed remarks about how he "kicks puppies" and "pushed an old lady over in the Starbucks line" haven't also made their way into Republican talking points!

October 24, 2005

I know websites are easy enough these days for any idiot to throw out there (witness Pinktalk itself!) but I would like to think that the Special Prosecutor isn't wasting his time with Moveable Type for naught. Yes, Virginia, there is a website. I wonder if Karl Rove totally has it in his list of "Favorites"!

Continuing on with the Plamegate Fever...it is so good to know that the collective brainpower of the progressive movement in America is focusing on the really important issues -- not how Dems emerge as a party with a cohesive opposition message or strategizing how to take back Congress, but how to celebrate Fitzmas. (Please note: I say that all high and mighty, as though I myself have been composing long, detailed emails to Howard Dean with brilliant insights synthesizing the John Edwards "Two Americas" speech with the song stylings of Beyonce. The sad truth is, I too have been planning a little Fitzmas party. It involves dancing to "Boogie Shoes" a la Lynette Scavo with "Hardball" on mute in the background, a bottle of Boone's Farms Strawberry Hill, a box of sparklers and a thong.)

It is so rare these days for me to feel genuine happiness for other people, but here I am, feeling it big time. Why this emotional generosity? Because two of the smartest, prettiest, funniest people I have ever met got engaged yesterday! Congratulations, Brett & Christine!

October 20, 2005

Gosh, I really am lazy, aren't I? No update post-Rhinebeck!

We had a brilliant time, marred only by being saddled with sweaters, coats, scarves and umbrellas to carry when the weather on Saturday suddenly turned nice and our 6 layers of warmth became a bit much. It made it hard to carry all the damned yarn I bought!

The haul (no photos yet, sorry): 2 skeins of Rhodie Hill llama yarn that was desperately needed to make a scarf for Mr. Pink -- we bought some last year, but I was in a festival haze and didn't buy nearly enough, so he's been hassling me ever since; a gorgeous skein of Jager Icelandic that they told me had been dyed to match a rooster (!!!), which will become a hat for Mr. Pink; laceweight from Morehouse Merino (along with some Xmas presents for Mom Pink); the Hebrides hat kit from Mostly Merino; sock yarn from Spirit Trail (so effing beautiful, can't wait to use it, but since it's for me, it must wait until after Xmas knitting is done); and some random alpaca variegated in crazy lime greens for another Clapotis.

Many animals were petted by the Pink family, especially the friendly featured breed, Tunis sheep. We also spent some time with a farmer from Pennsylvania who carried his smallest and most personable goat sort of like a baby. (Which I totally would do too, that goat was fucking adorable.) We once again marvelled at the weird, somewhat-human-looking faces of the tiny babydoll sheep and cautioned random people's children not to touch the alpacas' heads. Oh, and I almost convinced Mr. Pink that we needed to buy a sheep at the auction because she came with 2 free lambs and it was such a good value! Luckily, the auction people would not give me a number, so I am not facing the quandry of "Where shall we put these 3 large sheep in our 2-bedroom apartment?"

We finished the day off with a dinner and drinks at Terrapin in Rhinebeck, which was so super-fabulous that I think I gained 5 pounds. (Well, actually, I was pretty sure that I had, but then I realized with no small degree of relief that it was just PMS.)

A few quick links, utterly unrelated: Cary Tennis wrote back to Mr. Pink! (No, not really, but it did put me in mind of some choice rants he's delivered in the past 6 months.) I like a skull and crossbone as much as the next posturing hipster, but the "meh" review of the new Ralph Lauren endeavor fills me with a bit of inexplicable schadenfreude. Oh to be a fly on the wall when they book Tom DeLay today! I hope handcuffs are involved and that there are many, many photos, because I am thinking of having them made into Christmas cards!

October 14, 2005

Happy anniversary to me! Mr. Pink and I have been married for 5 years today. Weird to think about, nice to experience. We are celebrating by heading to Rhinebeck this weekend and taking in what is sure to be a very soggy Sheep & Wool Festival and eating at the glorious Eveready Diner in Hyde Park.

In other news: do you totally think Judy Miller was knocking boots with Scooter Libby? I do, and I feel like Chris Matthews sort of confirmed this the other night on "Hardball" in some offhanded remark. (To find my little "clue," go to the part where Matthews says, "Well, I don‘t think that's relationship between Scooter Libby and Judy Miller." I thought that...suspicious.) Did I hear somewhere that the HuffPo was all over this? How come I can't find it with minimal effort? (I am a ragey liberal, yes, but also hella lazy on a Friday, thanks.)

Speaking of suspicious, hello staged press conference! I know it's hardly shocking at this point, but still, when are we, as a nation, going to get mad as hell and not take it anymore?

October 12, 2005

OK, I am not even sure I understand the logic of the little girl in this story. I know they grow 'em guileless in South Dakota, but seriously! I think that at age 8, I was just pretending to go along with the whole Santa/Easter Bunny/Tooth Fairy out of a consideration for my parents' feelings and a desire to reap the benefits of belief (that is, presents and money). But even if I did believe in the Tooth Fairy, I don't think I would also believe that she would haul ass to the local Red Cross to give them the inflation-adjusted $2 for a molar, you know? The Tooth Fairy has shit to do too, she doesn't have time for running all over like that! I am sure that the Tooth Fairy would just make a donation on the internets like everyone else.